CHAPTER Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Right,” said Jimmy, bounding back into Sam’s living room. “Let’s get this script treatment sorted.”

There were coke crumbs around his left nostril. Sam knew he thought the stuff made him more creative, but it also make him a bit of an arsehole. Especially if they were under pressure to finish something. It was already late, and they had to be up early tomorrow to prepare for another day of shooting.

“What we really need to work out is how the whole story wraps up. Did find out how that myth ends?”

“Not yet, I’ll get around to it later.”

“I thought you said you were going to read up on how it ended before we started the script.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been a little busy of late.”

“It’s just that it might help us come up with a conclusive ending,” said Sam. “Something that will tie up the whole plot.”

Jimmy frowned. “Does it have to be totally conclusive?”

“Yes, we don’t want to cheat the audience.”

“We’re not cheating them if we leave the end